the pause between asleep and awake

Now is the pause between asleep and awake:

Two seasons take

A colour and quality each from each as yet.

The new stage-set

Spandril, column and fan of spring is raised against the

winter backdrop

Murrey and soft;

Now aloft

The sun swings on the equinoctial line.

Few flowers yet shine:

The hellebore hangs a clear green bell and opulent leaves

above dark mould;

The light is cold

In arum leaves, and a primrose flickers

Here and there; the first cool bird-song flickers in the thicket.

Clouds arc pale as the pollen from sallows;

March fallows are white with lime like frost.

This is the pause between asleep and awake:

The pause of contemplation and of peice,

Before the earth must teem and the heart ache.

This is the child's pause, before it sees

That the choice of one way has denied the other ;

Must choose the either, or both, of to care and not to care;

Before the light or darkness shall discover

Irreparable loss; before it must take

Blame for the creature caught in the necessary snare:

Receiving a profit, before it holds a snare. 

The Spring Equinox by Anne Barbara Ridler

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